Sapphire Encrusted Plains

They asked her what she wanted to achieve in life, but how could she answer?
They spoke only in black and white, while she screamed in colour.
”You must decide now”
But what if I don’t want to? She’d thought to herself. What if I want to be free?
And so she ran.
Not with her feet but with her mind
And oh - How she dances
(For now, of course, she is free)
How she flies
(Inbetween those monotonous shades of charcoaled reality)
How she drifts
(High above the clouds, past the sun, past the moon)
And, oh - How she lives.

Dreams are magnificent things.